Okay, Sounder is over, and I’m only halfway done these journals. Of course let it be said that about half an hour ago my best friend from high school called– considering we only speak maybe five times a year (she has three (!) sons now, all under the age of five, and is kept pretty busy chasing them around) I decided it would be okay to talk to her for awhile.

I also remembered that I have to write up my account of what happened with the crazy mom (I guess I shouldn’t call her “crazy” really, just “hostile”) because the principal is having a meeting with her tomorrow.